All Chapters of Ruined By The Coby Twins: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Solo Arrival At Pleasure Lane 3

JANET'S POV It was still in Desmond's top drawer exactly where I'd hidden it. I stood there holding it in both hands under the bedroom light. Massive. Jelly-like. Ribbed the entire length with veins that ran thick along the shaft. A deep burgundy colour that made it look both obscene and somehow convincing. Vicky had called it a promise. And standing here stark naked with my pussy still throbbing from two failed attempts at relief, I was prepared to hold her to it. It was twelve inches long and two inches wide. I swallowed. But I was also excited. Yes, Desmond was impressive. Ten inches of cock that he used pretty well. This dildo however, made Desmond’s cock look like a joke. My clit pulsed again. And I got back into bed. First things first… I brought the tip to my mouth. The rubbery, faintly chemical taste hit my tongue immediately. Not pleasant. Not even close. But a week of chasing an orgasm that kept running from me was far worse. So, I pushed pas

SCRUBS OFF, Nurse Lori 1

LORI'S POV I wiped the sweat from my brow. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like a swarm of pissed-off bees. Six months. That's how long I'd been trading jabs with Dr. Kevin McHale, the senior doc who strutted around the ward like he owned every IV drip and patient chart. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with those massive hands that made my stomach flip every time he scribbled orders or adjusted a bandage. I hated how they lingered in my mind during quiet moments. Imagining them gripping my ass, sliding between my thighs. And I most hated the way the other female nurses lustfully flocked around him like he was the next best thing after fucking penicillin! But admitting that? Hell no! Instead, we argued. Over meds, schedules… stupid shit that masked the heat building under my scrubs. The ward had gone dead quiet at midnight. No emergencies, no scrambling to patients. Just the hum of monitors and the distant beep of the elevator. I slumped into the

SCRUBS OFF, Nurse Lori 2

LORI'S POV He bent me over the lower bunk. My ass turned up, pussy exposed and glistening. "Spread those legs, Nurse. I'm gonna fuck this greedy hole until you scream my name." I braced myself on the mattress and glanced back with a naughty grin. "Do it, Doc. Pound me just like you've wanted to for months." His fat cockhead teased my frothing entrance. Slicking through my folds before he thrust in… stretching me wide. "Nngh, so fucking tight," he grunted, burying half his length in one go. I immediately cried out, "Ahhh! Yes, deeper… fill my pussy!" He gripped my hips with those big hands, slamming the rest in. His balls slapping my clit. The pleasure roared through me so hard I was on the verge of fainting… syncope… for my nurse girlies. I moaned loud, "Oh fuck, Kevin, it's so big. You're pounding me so good!" The bunk creaked under us. His thrusts were relentless, cock dragging along my inner walls and hitting that spot that made my pupils dilate.

HANDS OFF, Dr. Kevin 3

LORI'S POV And I meant it. I wasn't going to listen to that threat. Like Dr. Kevin hadn't enjoyed exploring the depths of my needy pussy. Something shifted in me after that supply closet. Something that felt a lot like boldness. I walked the ward like I knew something no one else did. Like I was carrying a secret under my skin and every time Dr. Kevin looked at me, I let him see just enough of it. Honestly, there was a particular satisfaction I felt in knowing how big he was under that white coat. I knew what those large hands could do when patient charts weren’t involved. What that controlled, authoritative voice sounded like when it wasn't giving orders, but was breathing filthy things down my neck. Fuck! I had stopped looking away when his eyes found mine across the ward. And he noticed. Of course, Dr. Kevin noticed everything. Yet he hadn't made any move. So, Tuesday morning I brushed past him in the medication room. Closer than necessary. My arm gra

PANTS OFF, Dr. Kevin 4

LORI'S POVHis fingers slipped under my waistband.I released the door handle.Kevin spun me around and backed me against his desk hard enough that the edge bit into the back of my thighs. His large palms gripped both sides of my face and his mouth came down on mine like he'd finally stopped pretending not to want this as much as I did.I kissed him back just as hard.His hands shoved my scrub bottoms down. No warmup… no patience. His fingers found me already soaked through my underwear and he made a sound against my mouth that was half groan half curse."Every shift," he said against my lips. "You've been walking around like this all week.""Ye- yes," I breathed, already unfolding into a hot mess.He yanked my flimsy underwear aside.Two fingers drove inside my longing pussy without warning.Fuck!"Oh, Kevin…""Quiet." His thumb found my clit and they both worked simultaneously. My hips jerked forward against his hand.My fingers grabbed his coat collar just to have something to

Call me Mommy... boy 1

PROF. BARBARA'S POV I bit my lip. Hard. The taste of blood hit my tongue as I scanned the lecture hall. My eyes locked on Wally. That skinny little fucker. Nineteen and full of mouth. Well, not for long. Last week, he snapped at me in front of everyone. Called me a 'know-it-all bitch' when I corrected his bullshit answer. “Honestly,” he had retorted right in front of the whole class. “You don’t have to try and prove you’re the smartest person in the room every ten minutes. It’s a class, not your personal show… Prof. Barb.” Insolent brat! I acted like I wasn't embarrassed. Like I wasn't mad… infuriated at the little twerp. Instead, I maintained my practiced professionalism. But I saw it. The way his gaze dropped to my fat ass every time I turned to the board. The exact same way it had been dropping from the very first day I was introduced to their class. He wanted me... bad. And now? I'd make him pay. He'd pay with that huge cock I knew hid u

Call me Mommy... boy 2

PROF. BARBARA'S POV The next day, I cornered Wally after the day's lectures. Pulled him aside in the empty hallway. My fingers dug into his thin arm. Hard enough to bruise. "Locker room,” I instructed. “Eight sharp. Miss it, and your grade tanks." He yanked free. His blue eyes narrowed. But he nodded. Quick. That fire in his stare? Pure unadulterated lust. Masked as hate. Of course I knew better. His horny gaze lingered on my ass throughout the whole class. After the intense session that happened between us the day before? I expected just that reaction. Now, it was time to own him. I went when the locker room would be empty. It reeked of old sweat. Damp tiles. Empty benches… Testeosterone. I paced the shadows. Blouse loose. Black lace bra peeking. My skirt sitting high on my thighs… too high for a Professor. I wasn't even sure he'd come. Maybe I'd been too… intimidating. The clock hit eight and I heard footsteps. Hesitant footsteps. Wally

Drink up Mommy... boy 3

PROF. BARBARA'S POVWally couldn't concentrate anymore.I knew because I'd been watching him for days after the locker room, while I taught from the front of the lecture hall Every time I turned from the whiteboard his eyes dropped. Not to his notes. To my chest. The way my blouse pulled across it when I raised my arm to write. The way the fabric shifted when I leaned forward over the podium.His notebook was empty.His pen hadn't moved once.His rock hard dick underneath the desk told me everything else I needed to know.Still, I kept my face completely professional.Called on other students. Answered questions. Walked the aisles between desks in my heels, pausing at his row just long enough to lean across the desk beside his.Enough for him to catch a generous view of my aching boobs.Because that was next.He couldn't continue calling me Mommy like that. I had to give him Mommy treatment… breatfeed him.Silly me!A mommy just wanting to make her boy happy.His breath caught

Nurse off Mommy... boy 4

PROF. BARBARA'S POV Then the moment I'd been waiting for… I unbuttoned my blouse. Unclasped my bra. Let them fall out. His jaw dropped. My breasts were heavy and full and his eyes moved across them with an expression of pure helpless greed. I cupped them both. Feeling the familiar warmth and weight in my palms. The heaviness of undrained milk. My nurse, Lori, had said it was a reaction from my antidepressants. And I'd always wanted to serve it to a good boy like Wally. "You've been staring at these all semester," I said, bouncing them at him. He nodded. Couldn't stop nodding. I stepped forward and pulled his wet face to my breast. His mouth closed over my nipple immediately. No instruction needed. His lips sealed and he sucked and the sound that came out of me was just nasty. "Oh… Wally…" He sucked harder. Both hands came up to cup my breasts. Holding. Kneading. Thumbs working the undersides while his mouth moved from one nipple to the oth

STRIPPER TEASE 1

TASHA'S POV Listen gurrlls… Being a stripper is a whole lifestyle. The prep alone?? Takes two fucking hours… minimum. Hair. Skin. Nails. The kind of confidence you have to build from scratch every single night before you walk into that club and own every inch of the pole. And tonight I had a high-paying client. Which meant I needed my lucky bikini. So, I tore frantically through my drawer for the third time. Pushed past the regular sets, the ones I wore for uneventful nights. It wasn't there. I checked under the bed. Behind the vanity. In the damn bathroom where it absolutely should not have been. Still nothing! "Looking for this?" I spun around. It was Macy. Standing in the doorway in my oversized shirt looking entirely too comfortable. My lucky g-string dangling from one finger like a trophy. I took a breath through my nose. "Give me that." She didn't move. Just watched me with those eyes that meant she had already decided how t

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